Monster Labile

High School Life

Very different from the atmosphere in Junior High now I have become a high school boy in class X-1 or in the first tenth grade. There are several classes for the new generation and because there are no majors so the class name is for it. Yep, I'm already a high school kid.

After the month of Ramadan 2012, we began to study again. The atmosphere didn't change much with our first week of school, there was still a sense of awkwardness. I sat down with my new friend who was a bit fat and tall. His nickname is Dayat. Hopefully he won't hit me if I take him to the copration. I thought he was a bad person with a strong posture but when I invited him to come and borrow the money, he wanted to pity me hehe. Besides Dayat, there are also many foreigners that I fear most in this class. Like Rama, the Gody, the Ade.

Hoho, I still remember the first time Ade greeted Dharma the beautiful girl who was sitting next to a friend I did not recognize.

Whereabouts?!

His expression was hehe.. Naturally beautiful girls must be liked by handsome men.

Judging from Ade's conversation with Ikhsan, I think the two of them have been friends before, they look quite familiar while chatting. Suddenly the teacher entered our room.

"Morning good.."

"Morning!" simultaneously our.

In my heart was agitated "definitely will be an introduction.."

"Before we learn how good it is to introduce ourselves and you go forward huh.."

Ha! i've guessed.

"Okeh starts from the first absence yes"

The problem is every time the introduction, I feel very nervous , nervous not playing. My speech ability is very low, plus this irregular heartbeat makes me not careless.

"First pass please go forward"

Blah. blah..

"Absents following his Raga. Where's Raga? please come forward..."

Bla bla bla...

Well, I still can't calm down, sometimes I get carried away if later my friends will throw me with a ball. Duh, while the others are busy questioning Raga's boyfriend, he said he was in this class, his name is Mitha. But I see from the expression of the Raga it seems that he did not show his beautiful gaze. Hmm that..

Next Gody, when Gody came forward, he gave a great English performance we applauded him, maybe because he was the best.

Absent following and following her up to the tip of the horn, hot cold taste. Yep! at the end of the day I went ahead, I tried to be brave and stay firm. I took a deep breath and...

expire...

Uh not yet.. Okeh.. I started to introduce myself, actually nervous about being in front of 'heard the grin alone when it was wrong like an unhealthy person. Question session opened, how far are you from home here ? what are you up here? do you have a boyfriend? why are you in school? what's your ancestors' name? how old is the mind? what is the name of the wife? how old was the favor when he fell at times?

Question after question was darting like a spear piercing through the chest, I slowly answered everything even though I could speak a little English. Thank God everything was answered and I was able to return to my seat. I asked Dayat how my face was when I was in front, was it pale?... Dayat replied "not pale anymore but like an undead" Waduh..

After the English language hours were over, no teacher came into our class, and the signs could be seen from the traps we set up near the door that showed no reaction at all. Yes, these are the moments where we can use to get to know each other, joke and others. But I prefer to draw in the back pages of books, pictures of monsters, aliens, and weapons. The thrill of drawing when the teacher is not around, is very cool. Not felt today until school, quite tiring. I made a new friend.

Another day when the sociology teacher came into our classroom and explained the lesson, a few minutes later the teacher asked all of us with a question that might change the history of mankind, the question was..

"who among you has found the best friend in this class?"

I was shocked and said in my heart "i have the best friend here" I would love to express, if I have the best friend here, he must also say in my heart "fidz where is your responsibility about our friendship this month" all my friends in silence including him who I think is the best friend, but what he also considers so to me, not of course, because he was the one who always helped me, while I was a little help, so my view that he was the best friend was probably just a mirage. 

My principle is to break even, return each other's favor. Then I measured my intention to reveal all of that and got one of my obligations towards him. From then on my boy's thoughts began to fade and would show an attitude of maturity. Days and months, until I started fixing it with them, classmates. They seem to be good friends. Every problem is solved by being together, every Saturday of the schedule, obviously I'm more happy with their class. Maybe this time I met a friend like them. But is that really the meaning of real friends..

get out. uh. I don't know . . . .